#⋆꙳•❅• •❆ ₊⋆Seal Slapping

[madhatterbri]

Tag Team | D.P.

Summary: Fem!reader is part of the TJD 2.0 & has been giving attitude towards her family since Raquel joined in. After a disagreement Liv suggests reader to take a walk, Reader then bumps into Tiffany Stratton who doesn’t have time with a reject. When reader demands a match with Tiffany from Pearce, Damian comes in asking for a match with Ludwig. Adam Pearce decides to do a mixed tag instead. Reader & Damian refuse to team up but realize they have no choice. After reader & Damian win, reader looks at Priest with dark eyes & kisses him. Backstage; TJD 2.0 watch with their mouths hanging open.

Requested by: Anonymous

Happy Friday Night Smackdown, babes. ❤️

Damian Priest Masterlist

WWE Masterlist

Taglist: @theworldofotps @smallestsnarkestgirl @mrsarcherofinfamy @terrortwinunicorn @brideofinfamy @miss-kuki-nz @hotwheels1108 @new-zealand-chic @magicalbuttertarts @keytothewardy @missbmc94

Anyone who had the misfortune of walking past Y/N knew to move out of the way as fast as they could. Nostrils flared, face hotter than the sun, and her chest heaving, she needed to avoid anyone and everyone at all costs. Apparently, Tiffany Stratton didn't get the memo.

"Awww, did your new family kick you out already?" Tiffany Stratton pouted. Y/N tried to push past her. The blonde wrestler stood in her way.

"I don't have time for this. Move," Y/N growled.

Tiffany didn't move a muscle. "It's Tiffy Time. Everyone has time, but it's me who doesn't have time for a little reject,"

Y/N balled her fist but stopped. Nia Jax was probably lingering somewhere in the shadows. The disgruntled wrestler currently had no allies with her since Liv and Raquel were now best buddies. She shook her head and walked away. There was only one person who could resolve this.

"I want a match with Tiffany. Tonight, next week, I don't care. The clock has struck midnight on that little bi-"

"I want a match against Ludwig, Pearce," Damian interrupted.

"Excuse me. I was here first," Y/N pointed out. Damian rolled his eyes and put his hand in her face.

"As I was saying. I need a match against Ludwig,"

Adam Pearce looked between the two wrestlers. An idea popped into his head.

When he saw Y/N slap Damian's hand out of her face, he knew this was the perfect plan.

"You want a match with Tiffany," Adam started and looked at Y/N. He turned to Damian. "And you want a match with Ludwig. Looks like we got an intergender match next week on RAW,"

"No, no, no, no, hold on. I'm a former champion. I don't need someone that'll slow me down," Damian insisted.

"I'm a former champion," Y/N mocked. "Congratulations, you lost it when you acted like a bully to your friends,"

"You two play nice and get your matches or not. What is it going to be?"

Damian and Y/N stared at each other. With hate filled eyes, they knew they had no choice but to accept the conditions.

"You will be hearing from my lawyers," she spoke. With a stomp of her foot, Y/N stormed away.

Damian sighed and rubbed his face in his hands. "Women,"

"ADAM!" Chelsea Green's shrill voice screeched.

The RAW general manager pinched his nose. "Tell me about it,"

Y/N stared in shock when the referee raised her hand along with Damian. They beat Ludwig and Tiffany clean. No outside interference or drama. She had been on a losing spree, and she couldn't believe it. Her tag team partner hadn't been as annoying to work with as she thought. Damian was an excellent partner and sometimes even sweet.

Her eyes worked their way up the Archer of Infamy. His bare chest heaved while trying to catch his breath. He just performed South of Heaven on Ludwig to seal the win. Y/N shook her hand out of the referee's grasp. She walked over to Damian.

With dark eyes, she wrapped her arms around his neck. He leaned down to hug her. She kissed him. A sweet peck with her eyes closed. She pulled away before Damian could process what happened to him.

As the audience roared, Y/N rolled under the bottom rope. She sat on the apron of the ring. Her head was in her hands as she thought about what she had just done. Damian was public enemy number one to her group.

Y/N slipped off the ring. She started to walk up the ramp. Her eyes avoided looking into the camera and the towdy crowd.

Meanwhile, in the back, the new Judgment Day stared. Their mouths hung open in shock.

[silentmouthpiece]

I hate to say it, but i might as well.

It would be so easy to become a Jimmy. Hell, there are Jimmy's everywhere, but no one wants to admit or even realize that it would be easy to be just like them.

A problem we have as a people is that as soon as someone commits a horrible or unforgivable act we dehumanize them call them monsters. I'm guilty of it as well. It makes it easier to separate them from us, to believe that no real human could commit such acts. The thing is...they are human. They are like us and we are like them.

Jimmy is human. A severely fucked up one who's gone unchecked to the point of catastrophe, but he's human like us. He sounds and acts like a human, and his actions are very fucking human. His issues that spiraled so out of control are so very human that when I look at them in a certain way I see my reflection in the mirror. I see Jimmy in the ways some people walk and how they talk, but no one ever wants to see Jimmy within themselves. I wish I could say I'm nothing like Jimmy, but I can see all the ways I'd turn out like him if just a few things were different.

If I were a man, would I have absord the toxic masculinity of the fathers and guy friends in my life and all that entails? If I was less empathetic, would I let my resentment at the state of my life control me to the point I can only see the worst in others instead of force myself to maintain a sliver of compassion and optimism? If I wasn't desperate to be self-aware, would my crippling fear of failure and lack of self-worth blind me to the reality that I allowed them to hollow me out and leave me with nothing to be proud of? If a younger me didn't convince myself that I can only punish myself for anything that happens, would I have turned my anger and listlessness into a blade that cuts others instead of turn it inwards or share it with my friends? Would I inflict pain on others once I realized I could fullfil a need by doing so? I could go on.

I am also ashamed to admit that one of my knee-jerk reactions to hurting someone badly (albiet unintentionally) or realizing I was increadibly wrong about something is denial. It doesn't last forever but I will obsess over it for a long time afterwards. It's a nasty feeling and it's an instinct that literally feels like a chain yanking my brain to follow it. Primal fear feels like that as well, and it rears it's ugly head when I'm faced with confronted with reality and consequences of my actions.

I want to go back to college, but whenever my mother brings it up I get locked into a state of primal fear, insecurity and hopelessness because I crafted a reality where I have no skills, goals or ability to pursue a higher education or a life that suits me. Confronting that reality sends me spiraling down a very strong wave of depression that often debilitates me, though I've gotten better at climbing out of it so I can at least focus on my job. It still feels like I'm being compelled to enforce that reality, and that instinct overrides all better senses. It's an unchecked issue that controls my actions.

When I talk to my friends all I can see is that they have something they're skilled at or passionate about, and that they're doing what I told myself I can't. I never thought I was a jealous or envious person, but I think that's because I never resented anyone for what they had. However, I see so many instances and depictions of resentful and malicous envy/jealousy that I know they are typically linked. In a world that's more competitive than I ever was, these emotions drive people to harm each other all the time for any reason one could think of. The worst part is those people can also happen to be friends and family who love each other deep down. It's so damn common that it must be human.

I don't understand the need to force myself on anyone for pleasure or control, so I can't relate or speak on that. It's happened often enough that others can speak on it and that's terrifying, and what I see is so beyond my ability to comprehend as an actual thought process or mentality but it's still very real and human. Animals do it to and humans are animals, but we're not talking about that. I suppose the closest I can get is the callousness I can feel sometimes when I'm absolutely out of patience with someone.

All that to say is... I think I get Jimmy and his inability to accept responsibility and the cognitive dissonance of wanting to be seen as good and capable as he destroys everything and everyone he touches. I get his resentment and jealousy of Curly and that it's so tied deeply with his love for him that it twists into something noxious and all-consuming. I get how his warped perception of others didn't stop him from caring for others (mostly the guys), but it affected how and how much he cares for them. I get the casual cruelty he can dish out and I understand being locked in the worst mental autopilot to avoid the fallout of your reality that you made because couldn't accept yourself.

I hope that all made sense. Jimmy really got me thinking.

[sweemmy]

The pit buzzed with screams and wild laughter, a chaotic symphony that felt distant to Vi, as if she were trapped beneath water. Every step toward the dilapidated bar echoed in her bones, reverberating with the blows she had given and received. When she reached it, she collapsed onto a stool, sinking under the weight of something heavier than exhaustion, dragging with it an invisible, relentless burden.

The bartender, with a knowing glance and without saying a word, slid a bottle toward her. Her trembling hands grasped it, knuckles still darkened by streaks of dried blood that refused to fade. Each sip burned like liquid fire, searing her throat, but it was exactly what she needed. Something that burned fiercer than the insatiable abyss inside her.

The foggy glass in front of her reflected an image she barely recognized. A weary face, deep shadows beneath her eyes, wet strands of hair clinging to her sweaty skin. But in the distortion of the glass, something shifted. Another face emerged, clearer, more serene. Caitlyn.

Vi’s chest tightened, as if an invisible fist had yanked the air from her lungs. She closed her eyes desperately, trying to banish that image from her mind, but it was useless. Now, she not only saw Caitlyn’s face with painful clarity, but she could also hear her laugh—gentle and warm—like a mocking echo of the days when Vi would say something absurd just to see her smile. And, like a sharp dagger, she remembered the look of disdain Caitlyn had given her the last time they were face to face.

The bottle wavered in her trembling grip as a couple of rebellious tears escaped before she could stop them. “Please… not now,” she whispered in a fragile voice, tilting her head as if trying to hide from her own unraveling.

She stood abruptly, staggering toward the exit, each step a lost battle. The cold air of the alleys slapped her hard, like a bucket of ice water that only chilled her skin, unable to free her tormented mind. She stumbled, her feet barely touching the ground, dragging herself with a hopeless clumsiness. The shadows moved around her, mocking, laughing at her fragility, at her instability.

She closed her eyes, hoping to find some semblance of peace, but when she opened them, the darkness was no longer empty.

It was you.

Your figure emerged from the gloom, like a cruel apparition, like a nightmare materializing into reality. Your eyes, sharp and piercing, sank into her with the intensity of a blade. Vi felt something snap inside her chest, as if the last shred of control she had left crumbled under the weight of your gaze.

"Hey, beautiful." Your voice sliced through the air, soft but sharp, filling the alley like a shadow that she couldn’t escape.

Vi took a step toward you, but the ground beneath her feet seemed to crumble, as if the entire world had turned into a place she no longer understood.

"Another tough day?" Your smile was a broken promise, a golden dagger wrapped in velvet. "You look so alone… I could keep you company."

Each word was a lash to her skin, as if you were reopening old wounds that had never healed. Vi tried to speak, but her throat was sealed shut, as if she couldn’t find the words among the weight of the pain accumulating in her chest. Then, the images flooded her mind, a torrent she couldn’t escape: the nights they shared, the laughter blending into the darkness of their room in Zaun, the moments when your hands reached for hers, even when she tried to pull away.

It had been such an intense, such a heartbreaking love, that Vi had feared losing herself in it, feared it would consume everything that remained of her.

"Can't keep this up. We're a mess, and I won't be the one to break you further."

The pain in your eyes pierced her like a knife. It was a frozen instant in time, that moment when your lips trembled before you turned away. Since then, that image had haunted her, tear after tear.

"Wait!" she screamed, her voice cracked, almost unrecognizable. She reached out for you, but when her fingers tried to touch you, you had already vanished into the shadows, as if you had never been there.

The thud against the ground hit her harder than words could describe. The cold of the pavement was nothing compared to the emptiness you left behind. Vi stayed there, unable to move, her whole body trembling as tears fell like a river. Each sob was a silent scream, each breath a reminder that there was no turning back.

Your name escaped her lips, barely a broken whisper drowned in the wind, but it carried the weight of guilt, regret, and pain. It was a scream that never managed to leave, an agony tearing her apart from the inside.

The alley was empty. The night was not endless, it was a sentence. Vi, hunched over on the dirty asphalt, was nothing but a shadow, a reflection of her own ruin. And the guilt consumed her, devoured her, until there was nothing left of her, just an empty mark in the darkness.

[radioactivemelody]

Did you know there are three different instances of Homura slapping someone so they could get their shit together? Yeah, I'll show it to you.

1. Madoka Magica Portable - Madoka

After Homura invades her bedroom again (don't let it bother you), Madoka rambles into a self-deprecatory spiral until Homura snaps her out of it by slapping her. Homura argues by saying despite her negative traits, that's what makes her a cute magical girl. For Madoka, that's not a compliment.

2. The Different Story - Mami 

Mami believes she’s undeserving of living because she is selfish and drops the act of being a heroine of justice. When Homura asks her if she wants to die, Mami basically sees a strand of hope of receiving her rightful punishment. Homura thinks otherwise, slaps her and tells her to get her shit together and keep living on. 

3. Scene0 - Mabayu 

Same as usual, Mabayu undermines herself as a fool for believing she could be friends with Sayaka, when, in reality, she was manipulating her heart to her advantage (even though she meant well). Homura slaps her and tells Mabayu that no matter what she does, time will restart anyways so she must not fall into despair because if she does, Homura will never forgive Mabayu for leaving her alone. 

She's aggressively caring lol 

[slushyseals]

Masamune being an absolute criminal because SOMEONE ELSE got too close to the hose

Video Source: https://vxtwitter.com/azarapsps/status/1525458354415763456

[icryaboutit]

It was all acting?!

SUMMARY: Imagine, somewhere in the timeline of Twst, Vil asked for GenZ!Yuu's assistance when one of the actors failed to show due to reasons. So GenZ!Yuu of course agreed to it cause why not. And the real kicker to it all is that the person they were replacing is a lover who got their heart broken, so crying was involved. Now IMAGINE, the sheer amount of suppressed trauma GenZ!Yuu have finally had a reason to come out.

or something along those lines

TAGS: Male Yuu, OOC, Angst?

WORD COUNT: 1,290 words

"What do you mean, they can't come?!"

The high-pitched voice of Vil's manager echoed through the place, garnering much attention from nearby crowds.

"Keep quiet Adeline, you are garnering unwanted attention."

Vil's calm yet somehow tired voice came from behind his manager, making her look at him with a distressed expression.

"How can I stay calm Vil! One of our actor is unreachable! And today is a big day!"

She exclaimed, clearly today's event was something that was of great importance. Which it is, the current event at play may help Vil rise in more fame, hell! It might even help him finally beat Neige LeBlanche.

"I know how important this is Adeline. But there is no need to fret and stress over something that we couldn't have known would occur."

"But Vil-!"

"Hmm? What's going on?"

This snapped the two out from their own world arguing, when a familiar voice had interrupted their talk.

"Ah, potato, what brings you here?"

Vil greeted, as Yuu stood there with some things in hand.

"Rook had asked of me to deliver this for you Vil-san."

Yuu said as he gave the stuff on his hand to Adeline.

"Thank you potato."

"No problem~ Rook promised to give me some trinkets for this trip so it wasn't really free labor."

Yuu explained with a shrug, as Vil looked at him up and down with calculating gaze. Feeling this, Yuu decided to make a quick ran for it.

"Well, then... I'll be off no-"

"Wait a minute, potato."

'Damn!'

"What is it Vil-san..?"

Yuu cautiously asked, knowing whatever Vil halted him for would end up in a disaster.

"Potato, how would you like to star in-"

"No thank you~!"

Yuu sweated bullets as he declined Vil's offer in a swift move,

"You haven't even heard the proposal yet potato."

"Whatever Vil-san was about to say, my senses were telling me that such sacred duties are bound for a much fortunate soul~!"

In short, "Hell, no, fuck off!" was what Yuu wanted to give off which was brutally ignored by Vil's next choice of words.

"Oh~? Do you think my eyes would deceive me once I see talent potato? You must have mistaken me for someone else's personality."

In short, "Give up, you have no choice." And thus, getting the message, Yuu was added in the list of actors at the last minute.

"Where did Yuu go?! I can't find him anywhere!"

"Henchman! Where are you!?"

"Maybe he just went to the bathroom?"

"HUMAN! REVEAL YOURSELF! YOU MUSN'T MAKE WAKA-SAMA WAIT!"

"You guys need to calm down..."

"Bold of ya ta even think they'll just calm down."

Currently, a group of first years were looking for a certain Yuu who still hasn't come on their meeting place.

Despite their current shenanigans, all of the first years were deeply worried as they wondered what kind of mess Yuu had gotten themselves involved in just by being in the area.

*Ping*

The sound of the notification on all of the first years' phones rang, informing them of the message that they had received.

Opening the message they were greeted by a text from the same person they were looking for.

YesImYuu: Can't make it guyz~!😥 Vil-san has me trapped!😭You guyz can go ahead and go🤧😞 AND BETTER BE ON TIME!😤

"..."

"So he's fine, good to know."

Jack who was the calmest exhaled in relief knowing that Yuu was alright. He then proceeded to push the flabbergasted group towards the entrance.

"So I can say whatever I want?"

"Yeah, we just need a way for people to gather towards us so that the plot can be constructed... I guess, I'm not sure either."

Yuu was conversing with his partner who was as clueless as him, since the one who got information about everything was the one who was currently unavailable.

"Okay... So like, do you have anything particular topic in mind?"

"Well I mean, we just need to cause a commotion that will enable Schoenheit-senpai and the female lead to meet through the crowd. And we thought, what better crowd gathering option there is but a lover's quarrel..."

At the mention of the words lover's quarrel, Yuu had a bright idea popping into his mind.

"Oh~! Then how about-"

And this was the start of the famous lover's quarrel, staring the prefect of NRC and some dude from Pomefiore.

The play had started, and just as Vil and his manager had expected, the theme garnered a lot of attention. Adeline only prayed that the scene where Vil and the female lead would end up meeting would be a success. Considering that Vil had made a choice to add an outsider the last minute.

The moment that scene appeared, the first years who were either only there for the free food, or because of some reasons or just genuine support, had their eyes widen at the sight of Yuu with some pomefiore guy as they argued in the background their voices inaudible.

Not to mention the prefect had a dress on, along with longer hair, and makeup that brought out his feminine side.

It wasn't only the first years who were shocked. Everyone who was somewhat close or friends with Yuu was flabbergasted and shocked to see him acting on the stage. Even more shocked as the play continues.

"Who are you referring to?"

Yuu's face contorted into that of confusion and anger.

"Camilla."

The man spat with a look of indifference. The fake crowd on the stage was now genuinely intrigued by what was happening with him and Yuu, as they crowded over the two who were "arguing".

"Why would I care about her?!"

"Because I care about her!!"

At the sudden explosion of emotion from the man the people couldn't help but flinch at it.

Yuu who was on the receiving end looked like he wanted to scoff at the unbelievable proclamation.

"Morning, noon, and night I care about her!.. And you hurt her."

The man looked angrier by the second, the look of insanity dancing in his eyes. Yuu on the other hand was silent, but his eyes told everyone his true feelings on the matter.

"If you hurt her... You hurt me."

There was silence as there was tension, the people watched in great apprehension as they watched the scene unfold.

The man held a broken and emotionless smile, as he stared at Yuu who held and expressed nothing on his face.

"Camilla is who I want, that is where my loyalties lie, that is who my priority is."

"Not the mother of your children?"

Gasps were heard as a big revelation came. The sky darkens as the weather visibly shifted to a much gloomier setting.

"Don't bring the boys into this."

"Alright, not the woman you married!!"

"I refuse to be blamed any longer for this grotesque misalliance! I wash my hands of it!"

It was then that thunder strike, yet none were paying any attention to the weird weather changes as they watched the two on stage.

*Slap*

It was also the time that Yuu seemed to have enough, as he raised his hands in the air, a resounding slap echoed through the stage. Yuu looked at the man with an unreadable expression, but the tears that fell from his eyes held every ounce of emotion that was left for the man in front of him.

Gasps were heard, and the sudden movement made the crowd move suddenly, as they unconsciously pushed off a woman from the crowd, who happened to be the female lead. Only to be caught by Vil, who happened to have positioned himself there.

Nothing about that act was in the plan. But in the end, the play ran smoothly.

[possamble]

I'm not allowed to be on social media for more than two seconds today but I just wanted to say that Laios will absolutely have his own reaction to all this as someone who would die for Falin but has also imprinted on Marcille as his Emotional Support Comphet White Girl Not-Girlfriend along the way

[aceofstars121]

First attempt at drawing a human(ish) hollow knight

[glass-noodle]

Mermaid Connor is so adorable. No wonder Hank fell for him 💕

who could resist this face

[eebie]

beuh i had a dream someone grabbed me by my ankles as i was diving headfirst into a box n they started swinging me around everywhere

[mintytrifecta]

Et Tu?

[cipher-the-sidhe]

@naffeclipse all I can think of with orca!Eclipse is one of our local transient orcas (seal-hunters) Ooxjaa. He’s a big boy with a reputation for being very uhhh familiar lol. I got to see him, his mom Artemis, and his little brother hunt a seal for a snack over the summer. It was the laziest hunting I’ve ever seen, they were all so casual!

(The term “mugging” in this refers to when whales nudge boats with their faces. He isn’t threatening them or anything.)

[algrenion]

Part 1

Baby Seagulls Nesting Above the Vents update: The Infernal Peeping

the little guys sound like they're becoming ever-stronger...

[skelekins]

possible skeleton kelek lksjdfklsjf and a rough of a red skele i was thinking about w/ different ideas on neck

[autumnalmess]

Obsessed with categorising people, esp my blorbos.

Oh, you hate people putting you in boxes? Oh, you hate being labelled? TOO BAD, you're an enfp and bisexual and a ravenclaw and you watched Barbie but not Oppenheimer and if you were a colour, you'd be green and if you were a Cornetto trilogy film, you'd be hot fuzz and you're a rat not a frog and and and

[archvillain]

wegh